Front matter
Reading edition
Indianapolis
Bowen-Merrill Co., Publishers
1895
TO MY BROTHER JOHN A. RILEY WITH MANY MEMORIES OF THE OLD HOME
CONTENTS
PIPES O' PAN AT ZEKESBURY
AT ZEKESBURY.
DOWN AROUND THE RIVER POEMS
DOWN AROUND THE RIVER.
KNEELING WITH HERRICK.
ROMANCIN'.
HAS SHE FORGOTTEN.
A' OLD PLAYED-OUT SONG.
THE LOST PATH.
THE LITTLE TINY KICKSHAW.
HIS MOTHER.
KISSING THE ROD.
HOW IT HAPPENED.
BABYHOOD.
THE DAYS GONE BY.
MRS. MILLER
RHYMES OF RAINY DAYS
THE TREE-TOAD.
A WORN-OUT PENCIL.
THE STEPMOTHER.
THE RAIN.
THE LEGEND GLORIFIED.
WANT TO BE WHUR MOTHER IS.
OLD MAN'S NURSERY RHYME.
THREE DEAD FRIENDS.
IN BOHEMIA.
IN THE DARK.
WET WEATHER TALK.
WHERE SHALL WE LAND.
AN OLD SETTLER'S STORY
SWEET-KNOT AND GALAMUS
AN OLD SWEETHEART.
MARTHY ELLEN.
MOON-DROWNED.
LONG AFORE HE KNOWED WHO SANTY-CLAUS WUZ.
DEAR HANDS.
THIS MAN JONES.
TO MY GOOD MASTER.
WHEN THE GREEN GITS BACK IN THE TREES.
AT BROAD RIPPLE.
WHEN OLD JACK DIED.
DOC SIFERS.
AT NOON—AND MIDNIGHT.
A WILD IRISHMAN.
RAGWEED AND FENNEL
WHEN MY DREAMS COME TRUE.
A DOS'T O' BLUES.
THE BAT.
THE WAY IT WUZ.
THE DRUM.
TOM JOHNSON'S QUIT.
LULLABY.
IN THE SOUTH.
THE OLD HOME BY THE MILL.
A LEAVE-TAKING.
WAIT FOR THE MORNING.
WHEN JUNE IS HERE.
THE GILDED ROLL.
A BACKWARD LOOK.
PIPES O' PAN AT ZEKESBURY
The pipes of Pan! Not idler now are they Than when their cunning fashioner first blew The pith of music from them: Yet for you And me their notes are blown in many a way Lost in our murmurings for that old day That fared so well, without us.—Waken to The pipings here at hand:—The clear halloo Of truant-voices, and the roundelay The waters warble in the solitude Of blooming thickets, where the robin's breast Sends up such ecstacy o'er dale and dell, Each tree top answers, till in all the wood There lingers not one squirrel in his nest Whetting his hunger on an empty shell.